![]() I feel the tip of his tongue as it touches my lips, gently running across the seam, tasting me. His lips ever so gently touch the corner of mine, pressing a soft kiss there. Which, I know he’ll be more than capable of the instant I let him. All I care about is having Carrick kiss me, touch me, and make me feel amazing, so I’ll forget all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this with him. Actually, I want him to fuck me-for hours. I’m tired of fighting my feelings for him. The memory of our kiss in China explodes in my brain, kicking all my hormones to life. “Stop fighting this…me…and just say it, Andressa.” His words are whispered, coaxing, and his mouth is so close to mine, a hairbreadth between us. “No.” But my voice trembles, betraying me. “I…this isn’t a good idea.” My voice is breathy. I’m not sure if I can because I don’t think I want him to stop-ever. What am I going to say? Stop talking to me this way? ![]() ![]() “Carrick…” My fingers curl into the lapel of his jacket. ![]()
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